Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2006 18:43:02 -0400
From: Ronyx
Subject: Mark's Revenge Chapter 1
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Apple of Her Eye/ high school section/ March 28
Writing for Joe/ college section/ May 6
You Promised Me a Tomorrow/ high school section/ June 20
Mark's Revenge Chapter 1
What a great feeling. School's out for the summer! This is the first
morning I've been able to stay in bed late in weeks. However, the damn
sun is coming through the window and I just can't go back to sleep. I
should have taken my sister's room when we moved in here six years ago.
Her window is on the west side of the house. Mine is on the east. I
always get the morning sun.
I might as well get up anyways. No rest for the weary I guess. My mom is
making me work this summer. Not a real job. I do yard work for my
neighbors. They've been relying on me for about three years. I've been
doing this since I was twelve. Now I'm fifteen and I'm still doing it.
I don't mind. It puts money in my pocket. My mother gives my sister and
me an allowance, but it's never enough.
Mom laughs and tells us to get used it. We'll never have enough money
the rest of our lives. She says you work hard all your life and never
have anything to show for it. She's a good example. She's a
receptionist in a dentist's office during the day. At night she waits
tables at a restaurant. It's a pretty classy place, so she makes good
money in tips.
She makes my sister and I work too. My sister, Amy, is thirteen and she
baby sits for our neighbors. Since most of them are working families,
she's usually at someone's house. I get jealous because most weeks she
makes more money than me. My work depends on the season. I mow yards in
the summer, rake leaves in the fall and shovel snow in the winter. I
hardly make any money in the winter because we've gone the past two
years with very little snow.
I can't wait until I turn sixteen next year so I can get a real job. Mom
already said I could. I've managed to save a little money for a car.
I'm having a hard time convincing her to let me get one, though. Every
time I ask her about it, her usual response is, "We'll see." My
experience tells me that usually means, `No.'
"Mark! Get out of bed." My mother yelled from the kitchen. I wouldn't
have been able to sleep late if I wanted. I jumped out of bed and ran to
the bathroom. Nature called.
"Mark!" She yelled a little louder.
"I'm up, Mom." I opened the door and shouted down the hall. I tried to
piss and realized I was up in more ways than one. It was a little
difficult because all guys know you can't piss with a morning woody.
After standing at the toilet for a few minutes, I was finally able to get
a decent flow going.
"You're going to go blind, you know." My sister shouted as she banged
on the door. "Stop playing with yourself and get out. I need in there."
I don't know where she learned about all this stuff. She's only
thirteen, but she's a slut. My mother would kill her if she ever saw
here making out with a boy on the couch when she's at work. I've walked
in on her and a boyfriend several times. I don't think she's actually
gone all the way yet, but I once saw her jacking off her boyfriend, Josh,
last month. They didn't know I was watching from the hallway. He had his
hand under her blouse and was rubbing her tit. I was rapidly rubbing
myself when she made him cum all over his stomach. I shot a load in my
pants. I had to take a second shower for the day. I had made a mess all
over myself.
I would tell on her. She is my sister and I feel an obligation to protect
her, but I can't. She'd tell Mom on me. Last year she came bursting in
my room late one night and caught me masturbating at my computer desk. It
wasn't the fact I was jacking off. All guys do that. It was what I was
looking at on my computer. I had found a really neat website with young
boys. There was this particular blonde that I had fallen in love with. I
used to jack off and pretend he was in the room with me sucking his cock.
I was really into it and was about to cum when Amy threw open my door and
stormed in. She was mad because I had taken one of her cd's without
asking. Anyways, she walked in just as I was shooting all over my
stomach. There was absolutely nothing I could do. She stood there and
looked wide-eyed at me, and then she looked at the picture on the
computer monitor. I was busted.
"I'm going to tell Mom." She screamed and headed out the bedroom door.
Thankfully my mother was at work and wouldn't be home for several more
hours. After cleaning myself up I went to her bedroom door and knocked. I
needed to talk to her.
"Go away, fag." She screamed.
"I need to talk to you. Please." I shouted back, still pounding on her
door.
After another minute, the door slowly opened. She walked back to her bed
and sat down. I hesitantly sat beside her. What do you say to your sister
when she just discovered you were gay? I was her big brother and she had
always looked up to me.
"Amy, listen." I began.
"You're a queer." She spat out. I could see the hatred in her eyes.
"Kids at school don't like queers." What did she know? She was twelve
then. All she'd ever heard was what other kids had said about gay
people.
"I'm your brother. Do you hate me?" She looked at me and studied me
for a minute. Then I saw her eyes soften.
"No, Mark. I could never hate you." She told me.
"Good. Cause you're my sis. I wouldn't want you to hate me." I was
glad she was beginning to accept me. It could have made my life hell if
she didn't. Besides, I had to convince her not to tell Mom.
"Any one butt fucked you yet?" I started to choke. I hadn't expected
her to ask me that.
"Why would you say that?" I asked astonished.
"That's what the boys say at school. Fags like to get fucked in the
butt." She sounded like she was an expert on gay sex.
"No, Amy. I haven't done anything with anyone. What you saw me doing is
all I`ve ever done." I bashfully admitted to her. "And the next time
you come in my room, knock first." I said harshly.
"Next time, lock your door." She retaliated. "Besides, you got a small
weenie. I didn't see much." She started laughing while I turned a beet
red.
We talked for the next half hour. She asked me a lot of stupid questions.
Most of them I couldn't answer because I'd never been with a guy. I had
read a few stories on the internet and had jacked off to some pictures,
but that was all.
I also found out that I had a very evil sister that day. She blackmailed
me! She threatened to tell my mother that I was gay unless I gave her $5
a week. So for the past two years, I've been paying her to stay quiet.
I'm going to get even with her though. Now that I know she isn't Mom's
perfect little angel, I'm going to videotape her the next time she gives
her boyfriend a hand job. If I'm lucky, I may be able to catch her doing
more. I'm not sure which would make my mother madder- me being gay or my
sister being a slut. Talk about your dysfunctional family.
I left the bathroom and went back into my bedroom to dress. I posed in
front of my full-sized mirror. In it I saw a gangly kid, quickly changing
from boyhood to manhood. I took off my underwear and look at myself
naked. I looked over to make sure that my door is locked. I don't want
Amy barging in on me again.
I'm not much to look at. I know I'm not one of the good-looking guys
that all the girls giggled at when they went walking by. No one will ever
get lost in my gray eyes or swoon because of my sexy voice. I've gone
through puberty so I don't have to worry about my voice cracking when I
speak any more.
I am ordinary. What do you call the male version of a Plain Jane? Plain
John? That would be me. I am 5'8" tall and weigh about 135. I'm not
graced with a tight six pack stomach. I have a little fat, but nothing
really noticeable. My hair is slightly curly and a mousy brown color. I
wish I was one of those blonde surfer boys all the girls follow around.
I have a light dusting of hair on my legs. I keep hoping I'll develop
some hair on my stomach that would travel down to my cock. I think
that's really sexy on a guy. I have the same curly, brown hair
surrounding my cock. I wish I could say I was hung like a horse, but a
pony would be more accurate. It serves my purpose; but if I ever meet a
guy who wants to take me to bed, I hope he isn't disappointed.
I look in the mirror and wonder if I was another guy would I be
interested in me? Probably not. In high school looks is everything. Most
kids usually don't even know I'm around. Even teachers have trouble
remembering my name. I'm not the smart kid that all teachers are glad to
have in class. At the same time, I'm not the troublemaker they dread.
I fall in that middle group- the forgotten group. I've seen teachers
that I've had a few years ago and they can't even remember my name.
You'd think after I sat in their class for a year, they'd remember who
I was.
So I'm just your average fifteen year old boy. You know the kind- the
ones you pass by and don't even notice when you walk through the mall on
Saturday afternoon. Girls don't giggle when they see me. Guys don't
give me a second glance; most of the time they don't give me a first
glance.
I'm not complaining. I'm just stating a fact. I'm happy with myself. I
learned a long time ago that I won't fit into the `in' crowd. It
doesn't bother me. Sometimes I watch the drama that the `beautiful'
people go through day after day, and I'm glad I was born an average
person. Don't get me wrong. I'm not some ugly Quaisimoto. I learned
about him in my literature class last year. I'm not some hunchback who
sickens people with my hideous looks.
"Mark. Breakfast is ready." I heard my mother shout down the hallway,
causing me to jump. I took one last look at myself before I put on my
clothes- bikini underwear, shorts and a tee shirt. After putting on my
shoes and socks, I ruffled my hair into place. No use spending hours
looking good when no one will notice anyways.
On the way out of my room I ran into my sister. "Watch out, fag." She
pushed me against the wall.
"Whore." I replied. I can't wait until we grow up so we can quit
playing these childish games. Maybe then she'll call me by my name.
"Good morning, Honey." My mother said as she tried to kiss me on my
cheek. I moved away just in time. I'm fifteen years old. I don't need
my mother kissing me like I'm some child.
"Did you remember you have to clean out Mr. Olsteen's garage this
morning?" She asked me as she put a plate of eggs, sausage and toast in
front of me.
"No, Mom. I didn't forget. I'm not a moron. Give me some credit." I
said angrily. She treats me like a child sometimes. I'm fifteen. I'll
be sixteen in a few months. She acts like I'm six.
"Yeah. You better get out and make some money." My sister threw me a
knowing look. "You owe someone." I looked over at her and then at my
mother.
"Who, Mark?" She asked.
"No one. Amy's just messing with me. Right Amy?" I looked over at my
sister with pleading eyes. She held up ten fingers. She wanted $10 this
week. I was screwed. I nodded my head. She gave me a snide smile. I
couldn't wait to get even with her. Once I got my proof, she was going
to pay dearly.
"Are you babysitting the Donovon's child today?" She asked Amy.
"Yes, Mom. I have to be there in fifteen minutes. Can you drop me off on
your way to work?" She asked. My sister can be so gross sometimes. She
was intentionally eating with her mouth full and showing me its contents.
I pushed some of my food out of my mouth and acted like I was going to
spit it at her.
"Mom! Mark's being nasty!" She shouted.
"Stop it Mark!" She yelled at me. She always took my sister's side in
anything. It wouldn't do any good to say anything. She wouldn't believe
me anyways. Amy looked over at me and grinned. I stuck out my tongue and
crossed my eyes. She started giggling.
"Grow up, Mark." My mother said after noticing the face I made at Amy.
I just sighed. Sometimes I wish I was an only child. My life would be so
much simpler.
"I heard his nephew is staying with him and Emily this summer. Have you
met him yet?" She asked. This was news to me. Mr. Olsteen didn't
mention it the last time I mowed his yard. If he had his nephew to help
him, then why did he need me?
"No, Mom. This is the first I've heard about it. I guess I'll meet him
this morning." I told her.
"Maybe he'll let you suck his dick." My sister whispered in my ear. I
swear to God I'm going to kill her before she reaches eighteen.
"Shut up, Amy." I whispered back. She gave me a nasty smirk.
"You'd better be careful or I'm going to want five more dollars." She
warned me.
"Someday I'm going to tell Mom myself. That way I won't have to give
you anymore money." I told her.
"You don't have the balls." She smiled back.
"Watch me." I warned her.
"Mom, Mark has something he wants to tell you." She looked over at me
and smiled. I started choking on my milk.
"What is it, Honey?" She asked with interest.
"Nothing, Mom." I said, trying to catch my breath. "Amy's being a
jerk again." My face was beginning to turn red.
"I told you. You don't have the balls." She'd won this battle. She
knew I couldn't come out to my mother and was enjoying watching me
squirm at the table.
"I gotta go." I grabbed my ball cap and headed out the door. "See you
around noon."
"Have fun." My sister said as she sucked on her finger. I saw that my
mother's back was to us. I gave her the finger and walked out of the
kitchen.
Mr. Olsteen's home was on the next block. We lived in an area of homes
that was built in the 60's. Most were three bedroom brick homes. The
yards weren't very large, so it didn't take me long to mow them. Some
had carports, but most had one car garages. Mr. Olsteen had bought a new
car and wanted to clean out his garage so he could park it there.
The garage door was open when I walked up the driveway. I entered and
looked around. At first I didn't see anyone, and then I noticed a pair
of tanned legs standing on a ladder in the corner. The person appeared to
looking into an attic area above the garage.
I stood and looked at the image before me. This must be Mr. Olsteen's
nephew. >From the back he looked to be about my age. He was tall and
muscular. He was wearing a pair of shorts that showed off his strong
legs. He looked like he might be a runner. He had on a white wife beater
and his long blonde hair flowed down to cover his neck. He was standing
tip-toed on the ladder trying to reach something.
"Uncle Roger. Can you help me?" He sounded sexy. I loved the sound of
his voice.
"He's not here. I'll help." I said as I approached the ladder.
Without looking, he reached into the attic and pulled out a small box and
handed it to me. He then came down off the ladder and faced me.
"Thanks. I'm Scott." He extended his hand for me to shake. I stood
before him staring into his dark brown eyes. He was Cute, with a capital
C. He broke my stare when he waved his hand at me. I took it and shook
it. His grip was firm. I gripped his tightly so he wouldn't think I was
some kind of wimp. "And you are?" He started grinning.
"Um, I'm, um, Mark." I couldn't even remember my own name. This boy
had completely taken my breath away. I couldn't ever remember acting
this way around anyone before. He probably thought I was some kind of
idiot. With his looks, though, I'm sure he was used to girls reacting to
him this way. I'm not so sure he had experienced it from another guy.
"Good. I see you've met my nephew, Scott." Mr. Olsteen said as he
emerged from the kitchen door leading to the garage. "He's spending the
summer here."
"Yeah. I've met Um Mark." He smiled at me and started laughing. I
began to blush. Mr. Olsteen saved me when he walked over and picked up a
box.
"One of you boys climb that ladder and jump into the attic. The other
stand on it and hand boxes up to the other as I bring them over. It
shouldn't take us long to get this place cleaned out." He said.
Scott climbed the ladder as I stood beneath watching him. I could see up
his tight shorts. He was wearing white briefs. It was probably my wild
imagination, but it looked like he had a nice cock and balls tucked away
inside. I felt my own cock begin to harden. This is great. All I need to
do is pop a boner while I'm standing on the lower rung of the ladder.
It'd be poking Mr. Olsteen right in the eyes! I quickly adjusted myself
before anyone could notice. I looked up and saw Scott watching me. He
gave me a broad smile. All I could do was look away and blush.
We worked for the next hour cleaning out the garage. Anything worth
saving was handed up to Scott to stow away in the attic. Trash was put
along side the garage. Mr. Olsteen was going to call and have someone
haul it away. When we were done there was enough room for him to park his
new car. He stood back and beamed at the clean garage.
"I think this deserves some ice cream. Go wash up boys and I'll take
you to Ben and Jerry's for a treat." I followed Scott into the house
and down the hallway to the bathroom. Once there, I stopped outside the
door.
"You go ahead. I'll wait until you're through." I told him.
"That's alright. We can both wash up together. I go to school at an
all-boys academy. I'm used to it." He pushed me gently into the small
bathroom. I felt uncomfortable being in such a tight space with someone
as cute as Scott. He'd appeared to have been flirting with me all
morning. This was something I had never been accustomed to. I didn't
know how I would react if he tried something. My heart was pounding out
of my chest. I was having trouble catching my breath.
"You alright." He could see how nervous I was.
"Yeah. I'm O.K." I said nervously. Just then he walked over to the
toilet and unzipped his pants and pulled out a very nice cock and began
pissing. I looked down and couldn't remove my eyes. I'd seen a lot of
dicks on the internet, but this was the first one I'd seen up close. He
looked over at me and smiled. He finished and shook it several times. It
began to harden in his hand. He watched my reaction the entire time.
"Like what you see?" He asked me while stroking his cock to a full
erection. It was a nice six inches long and thick. I just stood there and
watched him rub it.
"Well do you?" He asked a little more forcefully.
"Yes." I nodded my head, still watching him slowing stroke his cock.
"You want to suck it?" He said sexily. I still didn't answer. I
couldn't believe I was in the bathroom with a cute guy and he was asking
me to suck his dick.
"Do you?" He again said forcefully, bringing me out of my trance.
"Yes." I looked into his face and gave him a sheepish smile.
"Just what I thought. You're a fucking fag." He put his cock back into
his pants and zipped them up. He gave me a scornful look and walked out
of the bathroom.
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